Até Pensei

Next to my street there was a forest
That a high wall prohibited
There every balloon fell, every apple was born
And the owner of the forest didn't even see

On the other side so much adventure
And I peeking in the dark night
Strumming this little tune
Happiness lived so close
That, foolishly, I even thought it was mine

Next to me lived my beloved
With eyes as clear as day
There my gaze lived on dreams and fantasies
And the owner of those eyes didn't even see

On the other side so much joy
And I waiting for tenderness
That deceit never came to me
I walked poor, so poor in affection
That, foolishly, I even thought you were mine

All the pain of life taught me this little tune
That, foolishly, I even thought it was mine